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Your Mether… she is weak, but she endures.
So must we.
We must carry on.
The Foul Passenger grows bold.
But I will not let him taint these shells.
Your Mether… she is weak, but she endures.
So must we.
We must carry on.
The Foul Passenger grows bold.
But I will not let him taint these shells.